stock cars

Last Saturday we went to the Marysville Raceway and got hit by flying dirt chunks, pushed and shoved in the crowd, waiting forevers to go pee, and ate enough sunflower seeds that we might sprout flowers.

It was a super good time.  I was sitting there having a blast while thinking wow, this could be one of the last times I get to do this.  I have been in a hurry up and cram it all in mode lately.

Any chance I get to go out and do – do anything with the ones I love – I am taking it. A need to race through everything before I cant. I end up paying the price spending the next few days sleeping but it is well worth it.

The impending doom feeling is a hard one to shake. Maybe I will be able to keep doing these things but then again what if I don’t? I feel like I am racing around in circles sometimes trying to keep one step ahead of what multiple sclerosis might bring. It has already caught me but I still hope I can out race it.

Simple things I use to take for granted now are moments to be savored.  Brandon is 17 now so the years of thinking it is cool to go out with the old biddies eek gads in public are coming to an end. I remember being that age and all that goes with it. So it was real special to get to sit in the grandstands with Brandon. His dad, KRP, and I took Billy to the races a lot when he was 10-15 years old. Now we were all there together with his son – wow time flies by fast.

The drivers names I recognized were the son’s of those we watched years ago. Small town dirt tracks tend to be that way. The next generation to the next.

Here is cell phone video I shot – the number 5 car is Trish’s uncle(?).